Is CBC online turning into CityTV complete with city-porn? Cloud is a flash animation that explores what happens when a creature falls on a cloud that just happens to look like a naked women. I'm surprised that this on a site that the CBC has geared towards youth.

Manual labour in the greenhouse for my parents isn't that rewarding, it's a great way to make money but it just doesn't have that sense of satisfaction that firefighting in an office gives you, or the office politics. Here the bosses are suppose to sleep with each other. On the plus side it takes me less than a minute to walk to work, I can mouth off all I want to my boss, and this time around when I build things with my Dad I can use the power tools.

The wired article about CD-Rs being a bigger threat to music labels than P2P networks, I was talking about a few weeks ago is now online.

Well? I wanted something new but everything I had envisioned in my head was either too difficult to implement or I had no idea how to. I am pretty happy with the outcome and it doesn't stray too far from other design angles i have used in the past.

Your life isn't going well when it's no longer blog-worthy

Family are people whose personalities you put up with because you have to

I'm about to give you away to someone else today

That's how Canadians are, we need the recognition. Look at us, we exist, don't forget about us, we might disappear.

Artists sound so insincere with their, I'm so blessed to be doing what I love' speech.

I can't stop laughing at this, whorepresents.com! Is it whore presents or who represents? Either way their mixing up their demographics.

The debate lives on, where exactly does communication fit into the human waste cycle. I am a firm believer that no communique should occur during the act, but several scenarios have been presented to me; if someone sneezes, do you bless them; if you are talking with someone on the way in to the bathroom do continue?



You know my opinion, what's yours?

In case you weren't tired of me talking about those Apple switch ads, here's two more comedic ones featuring Will Ferrell.

I didn't think American Money smelling bad was such a problem. John made a switch ad so you too can know the joys of being Canadian. Join the dark side, I dare you!

The Brown Daily Herald out-scooped Leno and Lettermen to cash in on the Feiss Hype. Ellen Feiss is known for her narcotic induced performance in an Apple Switch Ad; If you think she's cute you better get those thoughts out of your head now, she's 15 years old! I think the whole thing is such a farce, pot advocates are using her as a mascot for their Smoke Different campaign.

What happened to that dream job I thought about for five years while I endured Taylor Polynomials and lectures on how to prove something is unprovable? I've been sitting idle for far to long and all the jobs opportunities I've had ammounted to nothing. My perspective on co-op jobs have totally changed now I am on the grad side. I am totally against them. Those cheap little drones with tax incentives taped to their backs take away jobs that would otherwise go to new grads.



I feel as though every choice I made in University was the wrong one. I thought co-op was about trying new and different things to see if you like them, apparently it's not. Every potential employer slightly chastises me for my diverse experience, insinuating that I should have done hardcore programming all those terms instead of marketing, business development and product management as well. The only way to make it these days is to decide what the hell you want to do at a young age and stick with it, forever. Never deviate from the plan. If you do you'll be screwed trying to make up for the lost time.

Liz Phair - Polyester Bride



I was talking, not two days ago,

To a certain bartender, I'm lucky to know

And I asked Henry, my bartending friend,

If I should bother dating unfamous men

And Henry said:  "You're lucky to even know me.

You're lucky to be alive.  You're lucky to be drinking here for free

Cause I'm a sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes."

And then he said:  "Do you wanna be a polyester bride?

Or do you wanna hang your head and die?

Do you wanna find aligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?

Do you wanna flap your wings and fly away from here?

I was sitting, not two days ago,

Feeling lonely cause I'm just feeling low

And I asked Henry, my bartending friend

Why it is that there are those kind of men

And Henry said:  "You're lucky to even know me.

You're lucky to be alive.  You're lucky to be drinking here for free

Cause I'm a sucker for your lucky pretty eyes.

And then he said:  "Do you wanna be a polyester bride?

Do you wanna hang your head and die?

Do you wanna find aligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?

Do you wanna flap your wigs and fly away from here?

"Princess do you

Really wanna flap your wings and fly...

Because you've, you've got time.&

He keeps telling me:  You've, you've got time.

But I don't believe him

"You've, you've got time.

I keep on pushing harder...

I keep on pushing farther away

But he keeps telling me:  Baby, baby do you wanna be a polyester bride?

Do you really wanna flap your wings and fly away from here?

Only a thousand dollars a word, if someone pays $9,400 US for a 93 word outline of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Wouldn't it be lovely to have money to squander on frivolous things of that ilk. It'd be just grand. Pardon me, I must spend a million dollars to determine if Giles is dead or alive.

Remember how I was telling you about that giant vending machine in Nice that excited me so much? Kottke has found a magasin non-stop all his own to keep him amused. The picture he posted sends back memories, we desperately wanted to take a picture but people kept on using the machine. Finally we just posed and walked away as we were mocked en francais.

Plasticbag.org has an insightful article on Apple's stance on piracy, pointing out that they make everything as easy as pie when it comes to distributing media and cover their asses with little stickers that say "Don't Steal Music".

No wonder their cars cost so much, they have to pay for another season of BMW Films with directors like John Woo. Not as funny as the first season's, Star, with Madonna, but entertaining none the less.

Are you suffering from objectum-sexuality? Are in love with your car, computer, or drilling rig? Do you want to take the next step? Wired points out what makes you more likely to fetishize and links directions for doing your car (warning: some assembly required).

Things haven't been going so well. I was kicked out of the Kabul after another drunken incident. I deserved it but I can't explain what happened. I'm living in a one bedroom flat that was reasonably priced, not too far from my new place of employment. Each day I dress up in a vintage suit and bowler hat, head out to Las Ramblas to be a statue. My patience has helped me to remain still for so long and while the money isn't great it will get me by until I find something more permanent.



I stare at myself in the mirror for hours, frozen in time, dark hair and green eyes. I don't recognize the face staring back at me. I'm not the guy who starts fights in a bar, blacks out and wakes up in someone else's bed the next day. I'm not the guy who yells at everyone and takes off. The person in the mirror is lost, disconnected, and incomplete. I don't know who I am anymore. I can't say to myself this is what you stand for, this is where you came from. All I can do is say this is not what you are, and hopefully after a long enough period I'll be able to recognize myself again.



Sed

If your online at 8, 9 or 11 ET tonight check out Chantal Kreviazuk's live web performances. If you haven't heard her check her out. She likes cotton candy and rainbows a lot!

Wired Magazine had an interesting take on the RIAA's focus on P2P music trading, that it's the spawn of the devil and must be stopped at all costs. I think it accurately pointed out that there is a greater problem in CDR's and Gigabyte players. But I think the greatest problem of all is in Austausch, so sign up already so I can get it going!

Canada flies low on most people's radar. They know it exists, where it is, and Bob but really have no strong feelings for it one way or another. I can see many Canadians feeling exposed because of the 'terror tape' that clearly identifies the country's role. Perhaps a peace offering will help. I'm picturing a book, Where's Osama? Based on the lovable series of Where's Waldo, complete with exotic locals and oil barrens.

I love Toronto's polarity. I haven't really sauntered her streets since I lived there a few years ago and I miss it. I miss it for reasons that make everyone else crinch.



Within minutes of exiting Union Station I watched a bunch of pre-teens swarm a fallen poster of Shawn Desmond, was given advice to stay away from fat chicks in strip joints and observed hand-crotcheted phone handset cozies in a lovely shade of pink and blue. I'd love to see what kind of mischief would occur if the population of the Queen Street Mental Health Centre were to roam free, but It's probably not such a good idea.

Blacking out last night turns out to me more of a defense mechanism than I thought. The whole morning I was racking my brain trying to figure out what dumb-ass deed I had committed outside the Black Sheep with Sarah, when someone actually told me. I wish he hadn't. The guys I had been drinking with earlier were on their way out of the bar when they saw it. She. PUKED. in. my. mouth! Which apparently caused me and several others to reciprocate. Just thinking about it makes my stomach turn. I don't think it will happen again, she was so embarrassed she left the hostel the next morning.



I'd say I won't drink again so things like this can't happen anymore, but I know it's a lie. What else have I got to do?



Cheers,


Sed

Canadians aren't nice, we ban corned beef, may steal book ideas, and swear in prime time television. More details in this article; Yann Martel winner of the Booker prize for Life of Pi is accused of copying the idea from a Brazilian author. Maybe I should have gotten that book instead of the basic writings of Niethzsche.

Barcelona has accepted me with open arms. The Kabul was as great as you said it would be. Everyone has been friendly and the rooms are as comfortable as can be expected, except for the card-key lockers in the rooms. All morning while I was trying to sleep in my hung-over state I could hear the never ending beeping as other guests fumbled with them.



While I was sitting in the lounge, with a gigantic beer during happy hour, I made drinking buddies with a bunch of guys from Ireland. For a couple hours we played drinking games until we had attracted some girls from Australia (I just can't resist the accent). We headed out on Las Rambla and ducked down a couple of side alleys until we hit a bar we had heard about, the Black Sheep. It was crowded and reminded me of another century with it's thick wooden tables and white washed walls. I had the best Sangria in my life and after another hour or so I was out in the alley making out with one of the Australian girls. Unfortunately that was the last thing I remembered doing when I woke up at the Kabul with a killer hangover!



More Later,

Sed

I saw My Big Fat Greek Wedding over the weekend. I know that my future experience won't be that bad, but my mother and the father in the movie aren't all that different. His enthusiasm for windex is matched by my mother's love of iodine and he might as well have been chanting "marry a good Dutch girl" and "if you ain't Dutch you ain't much".

I love how the concept of art is always being extended. Found is a new magazine composed of discarded letters, doodles, cards, etc. Rothbart will use just about anything to glimpse into the lives of other. You can read more about it here.



My favourtie excerpt: "Mario, I f---ing hate you, You said you had to work then whys your car HERE at HER place?? You're a f---ing LIAR. I hate you I f---ing hate you. Amber P.S. Page me later."

I'm leaving, there's nothing here for me.



I finally confronted my parents about being adopted two weeks ago. I told them I knew about my twin brother in Canada and they better tell me the truth about where I came from. They stuck together, feigning ignorance, acting as if they didn't know a damn thing about it. I can tell they're lying, Dad's vein was bulging bigger than when he found me stoned and Mum did nothing but bake boterkoek for a week.



I thought after the shock of it all they would maybe say something. I tried in vain. "How could you lie to me for 24 years? How can you look me in the eyes? I hate you! If you don't tell me something I'm leaving!" They sat there stone faced as if nothing were happening as if my right to know didn't matter. I yelled so loud the neighbours called the police to make sure everything was all right.



There must be more to this story than either of us know.



I have no choice but to make good on my threat. I'm moving to Barcelona as soon as possible. Until then I am staying with my ex. Know of any good places to stay in when I first get to the city?



Sed

In this article Alistair MacLeod author of No Great Mischief points out that "Even if it's all true, it's not interesting". He's not specifically talking about my site but he might as well have. My life isn't all that interesting and the good bits I can't post anyway because of the readers. It's time to lie a little and add a little fiction to spice it up.



Sedric is my twin brother and is going to contribute to the site soon. He's not evil or opposite, just unwanted. My parents on fertility drugs during our conception only could afford one child. I thankfully won the toss, but cursed Sedric was sent off to live with my relatives in Amsterdam. I discovered his existence while backpacking in europe 6 months ago. We ran into each other at a hostel and unable to deal with the others existence we repressed the meeting. Until now that is.